FOR KIMCHAY [Oneshot collection]

Bite me down ☽

𝐁𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐥 𝐖𝐈𝐊 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐯𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐊𝐢𝐦, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐏𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐲—𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐧—𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐦.

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TW: Blood

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Kim hated blood. He hates how it smells, and he loathes how it tastes like iron. He can't stand the distinct metallic taste of it. Yet he's a vampire. A very weird vampire, at that.

The amount of times he drank blood was less than his five fingers; that's how much he hates it. The first was when his father turned him into a vampire. The second was when he has to turn his older brother into their kind, or else he will die. Third, when he was accidentally served human blood instead of pig's blood at Kinn's party. And that's it. He hasn't tasted any blood outside of their family compound. Heck, even his oldest brother's blood tasted disgusting to Kimhan. And all of those happened centuries ago. He survived with pig's blood or nothing at all. He has lived his life without depending on drinking blood; he actually doesn't crave this red liquid anymore.

Not until he smelled a sweet and vanilla-like scent surrounding the whole arena where he's currently singing his songs, where he's having his very own concert.

He glanced around the audience, trying to look where the enticing scent comes from and why it seems like he's the only one getting lured by it.

He walked down the extended stage, eyes roaming as he continued serenading his fans.

The sweet scent kept on getting stronger the more he came close to the end of the stage. It's making him crazy; he could feel his body tensing up.

And there—at the very end of the stage—Kim saw a boy; looking up at him with those doe eyes and with his pointy finger inside his mouth, sucking the blood from a thin cut, Kimhan doesn't even want to know how the boy got. He could see a little drop of blood on the boy's shirt; fuck, he's even wearing a white shirt that emphasizes the blood stain more and elevates Kimhan's urge further.

Kim wanted to jump; he wanted to snatch that little finger out of the boy's mouth and suck it himself. He wanted to... Fuck! He shouldn't feel this right now, not when he's still on stage. No, he hasn't had this urge to taste someone's blood for centuries! Why is he suddenly craving for blood—not just anyone's blood, but this doe-eyed boy's blood?

Kimhan gulped, a very heavy one. His throat is drying up the more he watches the boy suck his finger. He's getting more and more thirsty. He's hungry. He's craving. He's salivating over blood! A fucking red liquid he despises for centuries. What the fuck is wrong with him!

After his last song, and after he bid goodbye to everyone who attended his concert, Kim ran backstage and back to his dressing room.

"That boy at the very front of the extended stage, get him here now!" He exclaimed as he barged inside his own room, slumped on the couch as he unbuttoned at least three buttons on his shirt as if it would let him breathe easier, as if his drying throat would miraculously moisten up.

His manager was confused on how the artist acted. "What? Why are—"

"Just get that boy here!" Kim cut her off with a little growl obvious in his already ragged voice.